Why are we in your bedroom?

Why are you making me get down on my knees?

You say that when we’re done, I’ll be Saved.

From what?

You’re my parents, for now.

That doesn’t mean I trust you.

Is it supposed to hurt?

Is it supposed to feel this awkward,

To love your Lord?

Why wasn’t your God there for me then?

Where is He now?

Your God says this is okay,

I don’t like it,

And I may never love your God.

No one was Saved.